The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 871 - 349: Divine Trace Lineage - Blood Witch Goddess_2

As the characters began to emerge, they recognized that this was the proprietary script of the Blood Witch lineage.

This kind of writing originated from the Ancient Witch Clan and has developed into a distinct faction to this day, circulating only within the Ghost Lamp Abyss. Once it leaves the Ghost Lamp, it is incredibly difficult for Alien Races to discern, akin to being utterly blind.

"Is the bloodline boiling???"

Huazhu murmured to herself, her brilliant eyes filled with bewilderment.

This didn’t seem to be a curse or misfortune, but some kind of unparalleled blessing, which was highly beneficial for her.

"Talent Identification!"

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[Current State]: Rank severely suppressed/ Spirit full/ Healthy/ Blessed by the Witch God/ Blood Witch kin/...

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"Huazhu, can you control blood?"

Ye Hanjun asked as he sliced his palm, creating a tiny wound, squeezing out a drop of blood.

"To say control... It seems not," Huazhu replied, gazing at the blood droplet, watching it fall to the ground as if plunging into an abyss, swiftly devoured by the flesh and blood earth, and shook her head:

"But my perception has grown stronger."

"I can sense your current state from your blood, weakness, fatigue, far from your peak condition, not even one-tenth of it, extremely languid."

"That is to say, there’s no mutation, no change to the nature of the Wind Element..."

Ye Hanjun speculated thoughtfully:

"We might be in an incredible place..."

"If it’s really that legendary sanctuary, able to heal the dead and mend white bones, my survival owes much to the indispensable help of this place..."

"Buzz buzz buzz——"

As his thoughts churned, the frequency of the flesh and blood world’s movement suddenly intensified.

Under a slightly astonished gaze, the "sky" overhead was lifted, and a massive force pushed from below upwards.

Ye Hanjun, Goose Immortal, GuaGua, Mo, and Huazhu, one man and four beasts, took flight on the spot, and after soaring through the clouds, finally plummeted down.

During the entire process, whether it was GuaGua, Goose Immortal, or Huazhu, who could control the Wind Element, none were able to stabilize their forms.

But their momentum was seemingly ferocious; as they neared the ground, the earth bloomed with crimson buds that steadily absorbed the impact, preventing any additional harm from befalling them.

"Gosh! Was I just in a coffin?!"

Goose Immortal, having landed among the soft buds, stretched out its neck and looked back.

That single glance was something that even after hundreds of years, it would not forget.

This seemed to be the belly of an ancient mountain range, or perhaps deep within the core of the earth.

At the desolate and profound end, three dark openings appeared, like prehistoric behemoths in slumber.

They were dry, silent, covered in the traces of time.

But Goose Immortal did not feel any ease or refreshment that one might associate with a hidden paradise. The silence that pierced souls was like chains entangling the spirit, imparting an absolute suffocating pressure upon the flesh.

"My god, were we put into coffins, someone buried us alive?!"

GuaGua, naive to the world, exclaimed in astonishment.

In the mysterious space, there was no sunlight, no vegetation, nothing, absolutely empty.

In the deepest part of the three openings, there were three huge coffins, like three ancient trees sprawling, reflecting an eerie luminescence.

The color of the one on the far left was golden, it resembled gold.

The one on the far right was silver, it resembled silver.

The one in the middle was green, it resembled jade, exquisitely crafted, stunningly beautiful.

Following the trajectory of their flight just now, it was not difficult for Ye Hanjun and his group of beasts to deduce that they had been in the silver coffin on the far right and only caught sight of the outside world after bursting out.

"Indeed, the three divine coffins of the Blood Witch God..."

"Each of the three coffins was cherished by the Blood Witch God throughout her lifetime. Any beast that slept within would heal from its wounds instantly and double its lifespan; they truly are miraculous..."

Ye Hanjun sighed, then suddenly turned his gaze towards the other two coffins.

Compared to the terrifying aura exuding from the jade and gold coffins, the silver coffin seemed harmless, albeit a bit frail.

However, their auras were also intensely discordant, one swallowing seas and shaking mountains, edges soaked in a plasma-like crimson, as if ancient deities lay in slumber within, intolerant of any creature’s disturbance or approach.

The other had a weaker aura.

But it was too bizarre; gray mist erupted intermittently from the seams between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

Loaded with the stench of decaying time and rotting fish corpses, it would inevitably cause retching as soon as it entered one’s nostrils.

Ye Hanjun’s face turned sallow, as if he had been electrocuted, and he suddenly backed away three steps, distancing himself further from the two coffins.

Goose Immortal’s action was strikingly similar, while Huazhu, standing tall and graceful, gazed at the central jade coffin, her eyes holding a mix of trance and wonder.

"Could the one in that coffin be the very deity of the Blood Witch God?"

"I can feel the script around my eye sockets warming up, a kinship in the air forming a bond that is inseparable from each other..."

"If there’s no surprise, indeed, it is Her," Ye Hanjun said as he sneaked a few glances at the coffin, only to experience a sharp pain in his eyeballs.

Unable to gaze directly at it, this was a manifestation of a law that exists beyond the Holy Saint Embryo, how could it not fill all beings with dread unless it pertained to Divine Enthronement?

"Descendant of the Ye Clan, Ye Hanjun, pays respect to the esteemed Witch God," Ye Hanjun said, pressing a hand to his chest in salute. Despite the pain in his soul, he executed the gesture meticulously.

This was the resting place of the Blood Witch God, and the Blood Witch God— from the seventh epoch of the Near Ancient Era to the end of the First Epoch of the New Era— was the Guardian of the Ghost Lamp Abyss.